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Fuck Doll - The Wrong Date

When I arrived, I could see that my ex-wife’s car wasn’t in the driveway. I figured she must have been out running an errand. After all, I was twenty minutes early. I decided to ring the doorbell anyway, just in case she was at home, and there was another reason for her car to be missing. After pressing it twice and waiting for about a minute for her to respond, I decided to go and listen to some music in the car until she came home. Just as I stepped away, I heard the door unlocking from the inside. A young girl of about eighteen stepped out to greet me. “Hello, you must be Mr. Ballard,” She said in a foreign accent, holding out her hand. I felt like I’d been shot by a bolt of lightning. She was beautiful and sweet, with light green eyes, high cheekbones, and a pearly-white smile. Her blond curly hair was tied up in pigtails with violet colored fuzzy hairbands. She was wearing a skimpy cotton violet cut-off t-shirt that clung tightly to her boobs, and although she was wearing a bra, it left little to the imagination. I could see her nipples poking through the soft material. From the second I saw her, I knew I was in trouble. “Umm, hello. I’m Mr. Ballard,” I said clumsily, realizing that she already knew who I was. I shook her hand, wondering who she was, but before I could ask, she started speaking. “Your wife isn’t here,” She said, “She went to the zoo with George.” “To the zoo!” I exclaimed, “When is she coming back?” “She told me at about six o’clock,” She said, “Oh, ...

... and my name is Bianka. I’m from Hungary.” All of this was a total surprise to me. I’d not heard of Bianka before, and I couldn’t understand why the hell my ex-wife was at the zoo with my son when she knew damned well I was coming to pick him up that day. I looked at my watch. I thought I was twenty minutes late, whereas my ex-wife and son were only coming home in about three hours. “She’s my ex-wife, not my wife,” I said quietly, immediately thinking that I must seem like a dirty old man to this young girl. Emphasizing the fact that I was single might have looked as though it might make an impression on her. The girl could practically have been my daughter. “Yes, yes, your ex-wife,” She repeated, “They will not be home for a while. Come in and have some coffee.” Bianka turned around and walked into the house. She was wearing little blue jeans short shorts and flip flops. The sight of her superbly rounded buttocks and slender legs created an immediate swelling in my pants. I couldn’t tell what I was feeling at the time. I was pissed off that my ex-wife wasn’t at home but, on the other hand, seeing Bianka was a real treat. She was naturally youthful, yet perversely naughty at the same time. I questioned whether she knew how she looked; angelic, explosively beautiful and yet so sexual. I imagined her in bed, bouncing up and down on my dick. I followed her into the house and to the kitchen. She filled the coffee pot, then turned to speak to me. “I think it is the wrong date,” She ...